Lyrics:
fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
after three
Downtown, what do you mean by, "Let's frug"?
You don't come home till 4 AM cause you're roaming
In the streets somewhere, downtown.
We
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
three mics
y'all niggaz better stop playin' and get yo' game tight
Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin'
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man
up in the club and the music's thumpin hard
I must admit that I was slightly anxious to have my card
Pooled by a girl in a nice tight dress
The kind
Met her in a night club
Alvey's hideaway
I could tell by looking at her
That she had come to play
Bought her three gin and tonics
And we told each
Hi, I thought I'd drop by, so nice to see you
It's been too long since I was holding you
I've been holding on to a prayer
'Cause my dreams never
Ego-Boost Sleep
Technique, made by me, for me
If my tape contained the
Nonstop creative dragon of
Ambitious ideas that is my own mind
It can certainly handle
black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters want to get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He
One, two, three kick it
Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No tell what'cha all gonna
Uh yeah I swear this album is crazy
Do our dance with us
Get cha lean on shawty bring it back
Go get cha lean on shawty bring it back
Ah get
gotta turn this fuckin' album in, man
It's been three years
Freddie has himself holed up in a fuckin' suite in Vegas
I know he's tryna charge us for
Everybody know it's round one
By the end they gon' sound dumb
I'ma leave the crowd numb numb
And they can't wait for my album
Yeah, call me ADJAG,
to play
AK by the safe so the safe is safe
My Death Row Chain got pharaoh face 4x
Might go blind staring in his face
My Death Row Chain make her toss it up
my album's gonna flop
wondering if I'm gonna hit Billboard top,(I don't know)
why this world got so much hate
if there was that much love it would all
just to lead you on
Onto your next adventure
Carry on, Don't Be Long
You had 4 days, I had 3 hours
But from 12 to 9, I was by your side
Mmm
Ooo but I'd
favorites
Off the Desire Album
Bro
By this time next year you're gonna be chilling in big ass cash
God bless you
God bless your sound
And God bless
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
that's only on lean
I speak my mind with no substance in me
I'm up by 20 but still shooting 3's
My dick in her tummy she weak to her knees
Heard ya new
score of lace
[lace]
One and three arguments, symphony in a storm
sung by souls of three little shelters
[shelters]
Just one, and one, and just
just
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